There was consternation on the local Facebook pages this
morning as I scoffed toast; someone had been flying a drone around the Repton
estate (where we have Dog Club) and the locals weren’t happy. It was
claimed that someone was using it to peer through windows, and others were
claiming to have tried to shoot it down with catapults and air rifles.
I did my blood pressure, Munzed, got wordle (prank)
on the last go, and took the dogs out.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing the Archbishop of Liverpool (no – I
didn’t know Liverpool had an Archbishop either) about how Liverpool
Cathedral had been upgraded to a Grade One listed
building. Personally I find this to be a matter of utter
indifference, but bearing in mind that ten minutes of peak-time national radio
was devoted to the matter, there must be plenty of people who are interested.
Or perhaps the radio producer is a religious nut.
And then the sport news came on the radio and my mind
wandered.
Not having that much time today we went to Orlestone. The
car park was rather busy, but as we walked we only saw a couple of other dog
walkers. Mind you, they were a worry. We see so many other dog walkers who on
seeing another dog are immediately gripped by panic and start babbling about
how friendly their dog is; their panic obviously upsetting all the dogs. We saw
a couple of those today. We rolled in dust (thankfully missing the nearby
fox poo). We totally missed seeing the squirrels, and the swamp score was
one all; I made a point of not walking past the mucky filthy swamp, but I
forgot the deep puddle by the car park which Treacle hadn’t forgotten about.
Again I didn’t wear my walking boots; again the birdsong
app didn’t detect any ducks. But as I walked I found myself thinking. The
birdsong app would have me believe there were at least a dozen different sorts
of birds in Orlestone woods. As we walked I saw a crow and a pigeon, and some
small birds flitting about which could have been anything. Going bird-spotting
with a pair of binoculars is far less productive.
We came home. We had a cuppa and I did some more CPD, then got
the hair trimmer out and gave myself a little haircut. Whilst I was at it I
gave Bailey a trim too; she was getting a little wispy. She wasn’t keen on it,
but made a lot less fuss than the last time I gave her a haircut. I think the
finished result has left her looking a lot tidier; even if she did have a
serious sulk.
I gathered dog dung, fed the fish, and got ready for work.
I set off to the late shift. I was going to get lunch
in the co-op but the car park was heaving, so I drove up the motorway to
Sainsburys at Aylesford where in a novel break with tradition they had staff
working the tills.
I got scoff, then went in to work where I did my
bit. At tea break I saw that Facebook’s artificial intelligence was
offering its sage advice on the post I’d made from the woods this morning. I’d
commented that we’d bothered normal people and made a point of not going near
the swamp on our morning walk; Facebook’s AI was having a go at explaining why.
I suppose it’s good that the thing is having a go, but it needs a bit more
practice.
Coming home was a game – Chart Road was closed. I wonder if
that will be opened in the morning. I need that road to get to Kings Wood
tomorrow.
I need to think about how I can wind up Facebook’s Meta AI
while I’m there.
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